Come along home, Ruth. . . She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. He made some obvious comments on the wide view warming toward its autumnal blaze that spread itself in hill and valley, wood and village, below. Her eyebrows, pulled down by the stress of thought, now resumed their normal arches; and pleased with her discovery, she smiled. And also I have this Prudence. He envied her a little. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town.
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